UNDERBELLIES

UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart through the lens of another in a cheap restaurant eating chilli hamburgers then seeking solace in my astral dances whilst remaining in lukewarm frills ? What underbelly is this that texts on lonely mornings with victim feet swollen mudpies a plaintive thin-stream voice nearing depletion ? What underbelly is this that amoeba multiply in a kennel bedroom on dirty linen T-shirt towels lie ghetto torn tracks across never-mind matters bound virus tissues littered through half drawn curtains ? What underbelly is this that hiddenly whispers at front doors delivering nut bars or rosy fabric remnants running races to blind eye life ravaged faces and innocent questions quick flying daggered ? What underbelly is this that counts endless rosaries chanting ten hour verses robbing prayers of a prophet’s poise glueing atoms to explode them devastating bombs uprooting frangipani, roses, jasmine, mint and parsley alike into a rubber bin to the dump whilst chomping cinnamon biscuits hidden ? Greed a swollen or insidious mirror victimhood dragonfly wing parchment embedded deceit played quick-witted clown despondency flayed arms pulling pulleys sloth raucous laughed in a genderless body whilst anger sweated Coke Are these my underbellies grieving my own clunky shadows unembraced receding further and further as I approach the Core where New Earth expectant lie ? Serpents upside down turned from dark trenches waded through decades slashed rocks, rooted earth to Earth… giving Presence to fellow travellers… Where is God when Heart soft marshmallow lie sacral vulnerable to vultures holding space for underbellies spreading stubborn mucus I’m here in the stench I’m here with MY hectic heavy duty tests the darker the better I tell MY supplicating angels give testimony to a march of Time only I designed reflecting underbelly aftermaths holding Platonic keys as fragments of MY Whole in Expansion I laugh MY underbelly laugh MY underbellies my jelly in ceramic bowls for Sunday afternoon tea What flavour, MY child what flavour? ©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song 2024